The text from David Weiss was a pebble dropped into the still water of Kyle's focus, and the ripples were slow but persistent. San Antonio. The word carried a weight that Orlando or Indiana did not. It wasn't just an NBA team; it was an institution. Synonymous with fundamental excellence, with a culture so strong it felt like a religion. And they loved his "IQ and clutch gene." The praise was specific, intelligent. It was the most dangerous kind of seduction.
He didn't tell anyone. Not Arianna, not Laso, certainly not his teammates. He carried the knowledge like a secret, and it began to color everything. Practices felt different. The meticulous drilling, the repetition of sets—it was the foundation of his resurgence, but now a small, treacherous voice in the back of his mind whispered, Is this all there is? The NBA, with its sprawling courts and isolation-heavy style, began to feel like a promised land of freedom compared to the rigid, militaristic structure of EuroLeague.
